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Darcel: I think I will have them dance. Not till chapter 3 maybe 4.

Chapter Two: Presenting Virginia

Ginny. Gin. The littlest Weasley. Weaslette. 'That chick that opened the chamber of secrets.' Harry Potter's little girlfriend. All names that were aliases of Virginia Weasley. Many of which, she did not particularly appreciate.

Not many people took much notice of Ginny. People just presumed that she would always be there. Never changing and just content with being quiet little Ginny Weasley. The little girl that had opened the chamber of secrets, but nevertheless, as innocent as a lamb. What they failed to realise though, was that Ginny was not the same girl she was when she poured her heart out to the alluring Tom Riddle. Somehow, her innocence had been tainted. Tainted with the taste of power. A sense of evil. And suprisingly, she liked it. She didn't want to like it. She hated that she liked it. The thought that she could be so much more than 'little Ginny Weasley' left her with a strange yearning to make it a reality. But Ginny hid this well, and every time she felt the feeling invading her mind, she would push it aside and bury it as deep as she could and pray that it would not resurface.

The quiet red head was hardly a little girl anymore either. She had grown into a very attractive young woman. At sixteen, she had looks that any girl would die for. There was something about her that was so incredibly fascinating. She was one of those people that you just couldn't figure out. You knew there was something there, something that enticed you in the first place, but you would never figure out exactly what it was. Of course, Ginny had never let anyone close enough to have a realistic chance at solving the puzzle that was Virginia Weasley, and she figured she never would.

But right now she had a bigger problem than being alone with her own thoughts. This problem had raven hair and green eyes. Yes, the problem at hand was the boy who lived himself. Bloody Harry Potter.

Ginny sat on her bed trying to ignore the pounding on her door. "Ginny! Please come out," came the voice of Hermoine Granger. Ginny pushed her face into a pillow hoping that maybe if she stayed there long enough that she would suffocate herself. "Fine, if you won't come out then I'll just come in."

Ginny groaned as she heard Hermoine mutter 'Alohomora' and the lock clicked. She made sure Hermoine couldn't see her face and decided on being as cold as possible towards her so she would go away and leave her to wallow in her own self misery in peace. "Ginny, look at me," Hermoine said softly. Ginny of course ignored her and Hermoine sighed impatiently. Ginny felt the bed sag as Hermoine sat down. She glanced at the girl beside her and saw her brown eyes staring intently at her face. "Listen Ginny. I know this must be hard for you but you have to understand that Harry loves Cho. And Cho loves Harry. You're just going to have to get past the fact that you can't have Harry." Ginny turned to face Hermoine and said in an expasterated tone, "What the bloody hell makes everyone think that I want Harry freaking Potter anyway?!" "So, your telling me you have never wanted Harry?" Hermoine asked, slightly confused. Ginny stared down at her hands. "There was a time when I would've killed to be Harry Potter's girlfriend, but that's not what I want anymore. The thing is 'Mione, I don't want Harry but I don't want Cho to have him either." "Ginny! That's completely - " "I know, I know. It's completely selfish. But I can't help the way I feel. I don't know, I probably won't be happy until I've found someone who loves me." Hermoine ran her fingers through her long chesnut hair. "Well, Gin, the sooner you accept this, the sooner you can be happy. I want Harry to be happy and I know deep down you do too so please Gin, don't screw this up for him. He deserves to be happy after all that's happened in his life." Ginny sighed. Suddenly she felt incredibly guilty. How could she be so selfish? "Your right 'Mione. Anyway, I don't want to talk about Harry. I want to talk about you and my brother." Ginny said raising an eyebrow. Hermoine blushed furiously. "So, Ginny, what are you wearing tonight?" Hermoine asked weakly. "Hermoine Granger," Ginny giggled, "don't you go changing the subject on me! Anyways, I'm not going." Hermoine looked at Ginny as if she had just sprouted an extra head. "What do you mean your not going? Ginny, you have to come." "I'm not going," she stated firmly. "Yes you are." "No I'm not." "You are." "I'm not." "Virginia Weasley you are going to the Yule Ball even if I have to Wingardium Leviosa your ass down there and you are going to have fun. I refuse to let you sit up here alone while the whole school is having a good time." Suddenly Ginny burst out laughing. "What?" Hermoine asked frowning. "Hermoine"- gasp - "you" - "look" - gasp - Ginny collapsed into a fit of giggles again. "Gin, you're scaring me. I'm gunna go now ok." Ginny nodded and continued to laugh to herself. She then proceeded to look for a suitable pair of dress robes to wear. Of course, she had to go now. How could she not when Hermoine was so intent on her attending? Besides, maybe it would do her good to have fun for a night.

She carefully picked up a silver chain off her dresser. The stone of the end of it was a steely blue. If she turned it slightly in the light, it made it look more grey than blue. The colour was familiar. She had seen it somewhere before. It reminded her of Tom. For some reason, the colour screamed evil at her. Evil and dangerous. Little did she know, it would be the one colour that would change her life forever.





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